Last Nerve

A last nerve frayed yet still held in check
It’s pain a twisted knot of constant regret
Salt in the mouth from a tongue now bitten
Allowing no freedom to the words being bidden
And still is the goading the want to inflame
The reaction so desired unknown but for fame
Why then the ache to cause such conflict
What possible reason for the choice to inflict
Such lack of understanding, thought or space
The human condition gone without a trace
Oh then to explode with fury and spite
Rain forth what they desire with unrestrained might
Allow them the show they seem intent to start
Watch then the tears as you tear their world apart

Soooooooo I had this thought. A snow covered bridge doesn't really look much like me, so I had better change it. Now that i have though I realize this statement makes no sense as there is no longer a snow cover bridge anywhere to be seen.....